I went to Cornwall with my family the day after returning home from Germany.
I think my sister is rather good at taking photos:
Nice that.
If you find yourself alone, riding in the green fields with the sun on your face, do not be troubled.
You can see where I get it from.
It’s been left empty as a moving memorial.
Chilling.
The photographer.
Rolling Stones shirt number 987.
That’s my favourite I think.
It was a nice week, amazingly successful considering family holidays are usually ‘a sort of harsh experiment in the limits of human proximity’. Off to France 4.30am Monday, so just got time to fit in lunch with the family tomorrow. I have it tough, me.
